And asexuals.
And pansexuals.
And heterosexuals.
And transgenders and qenderqueer and every single fucking person on this planet who has ever been bullied for being different.
I stand up for you.
(Source: twoboobsjohnson, via i-n-t-r-0-v-e-r-t)
Warning: Do not listen to this song unless you are okay with having it stuck in your head… forever.
30 Day Challenge wrap up
Totally late.
28: Year in Great Detail - BOGUS.
29: Hopes and dreams for next year - NOT BOGUS
30: Whatever tickles your fancy - See photo.
Day 27: This Month in Great Detail
…August was hot. September is hopefully cooler, with less drama all around.
Day 26: Your Week in Great Detail
Really? Smh. Okay.
Well, this week is busy. Sunday we had a BBQ for Memorial Day. Hot dogs, hamburgers, potato salad etc. Yummy. HILARIOUS marshmallow incident.
Monday Cesar worked, boys and I hung out at home. Went to the grocery store and Boston Market afterwards. Both were a total bust, especially BM (initials appropriate because it was shitty).
Tuesday went to Adventureland, had awesome time despite it being crazy expensive and hot, and also a train mix up.
Wednesday will take the cat to the vet for his final kitten shots and also to get his stitches out. Then we need to get the car inspected.
Thursday and Friday are mysteries so far…
Saturday will have to run back to Toys R Us to buy second present.
Tada.
Day 25: Your Day in Great Detail
Uuugh don’t want to do this.
Saturdaaaaayyyyy…. Cesar had off. We got up and wanted to go out. Went to Toys R Us to buy a birthday present for an upcoming party, forgot I actually have TWO birthday parties coming up (have to go back later this week).
Bought a Mickey Mouse car set, and 4 Matchbox boats (BOGO 50% off). Three are added to my Christmas stock, one was part of the present.
I don’t really remember the rest of the day… I think we went home and I fell asleep.
Day 24: Whatever Tickles Your Fancy
The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright—
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done—
“It’s very rude of him,” she said,
“To come and spoil the fun!”
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead—
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
“If this were only cleared away,”
They said, “it would be grand!”
“If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose,” the Walrus said,
“That they could get it clear?”
“I doubt it,” said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
“O Oysters, come and walk with us!”
The Walrus did beseech.
“A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each.”
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head—
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat—
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn’t any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more—
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax—
Of cabbages—and kings—
And why the sea is boiling hot—
And whether pigs have wings.”
“But wait a bit,” the Oysters cried,
“Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!”
“No hurry!” said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
“A loaf of bread,” the Walrus said,
“Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed—
Now if you’re ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.”
“But not on us!” the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
“After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!”
“The night is fine,” the Walrus said.
“Do you admire the view?
“It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!”
The Carpenter said nothing but
“Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf—
I’ve had to ask you twice!”
“It seems a shame,” the Walrus said,
“To play them such a trick,
After we’ve brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!”
The Carpenter said nothing but
“The butter’s spread too thick!”
“I weep for you,” the Walrus said:
“I deeply sympathize.”
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
“O Oysters,” said the Carpenter,
“You’ve had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?’
But answer came there none—
And this was scarcely odd, because
They’d eaten every one.
—Lewis Carroll
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
